Saturday, December 13, 2014

This post is one from the past that touched you as well as me - I hope it is meaningful again. Thanks for reading.

Good morning Lord. This past week has been full of pressures and it has been hard to feel you at all. If
you were in it – I missed it. So here I sit this morning. The lights of
the Christmas tree shining bright speaking of holiday, rejoicing and
happiness; but I am weary.

Is
this how it has always been? Is this what you expected and wanted? I
know these questions I asked are stupid. But, what has happened? To shift
my thoughts toward you I find it hard and uncomfortable, even scary. To
even talk to you is uncomfortable and I feel afraid to come up close. Is
it because of my smallness next to your vastness or your infiniteness next to my finiteness? Or my unavoidable death and your forever? Or is it
you being all powerful and I being fragile and weak? There is also your
complete and unlimited knowledge and then my lack of understanding and
the questions that haunt me. And of course, there is always your
holiness lighting up my sinfulness and then I want to hide.

I
would have expected you to come in thunder or lightening or maybe even
riding an asteroid, for after all you are God, the all powerful One. But
no, you came softly in less than a whisper, as a baby, small, helpless,
weak, fragile, in an obscure stable of all places. Did you come in this manner so I would not be frightened and not run and hide? I wonder…..

I
am trying to not hide, and I am thankful for the story, so sweet and I
begin to inch close to you. But to read on, later the story turns sad,
horrible, and I want to hide again. I read of your grief, your
suffering, the tears you shed, the loneliness you felt, the rejection by
those close to you, and then of course comes the real horror, a cross.

If
that was the end, the story would have no meaning. But, then the story
changes and lifts the sadness - the power of death is torn down by
your resurrection. If I continue to hide and miss the story, it does not
change its power does it? If I hide and ignore the story, it does not
change the fact you came.And that whisper, if I am not careful or quite, I will miss it and the story will have no effect.

Now
that the rush is over, now that the presents have been place under the
tree, help me be quiet, help me not miss hearing your whisper….

Monday, December 8, 2014

Here's the problem. As the week came
closer to Thursday we thought how much better it would be to leave
early – Wednesday night. Sounded like such a good idea at the time.
I just want to say right now, leaving at 12:10 am Thursday morning is
not Wednesday!! Right? Come on agree with me.

So here we are Thursday, early, in the
car going where? We don't really know but I do know its east - 30
minutes into the drive she's asleep. Thanks for the conversation, it
was short but it was sweet. Who knew the seat of a car is so much
more comfortable than a real bed - GEEEEZ...

A MacDonald's is up ahead, I stop and get
coffee – nothing else is going to keep me awake.

Back on the
freeway heading east, swing in behind a huge semi I start drafting –
saves gas for those who are asking WHY? WHY? Its what I do – accept
it. Two hours later I am about done and my coffee is gone. I can maybe make
½ hour more. Up ahead is a town large enough to have a hotel where
they actually use fitted sheets (that is another story).

BTW – is it wrong to throw water
melon rinds over the top of a car in the wee-morning hours into a bar
pit? Just a moral dilemma that is kind of bugging me.

So here I sit typing this stupid blog
post waiting for the woman of my dreams to wake up and I'm wondering
– this is a road trip? And, where am I anyway? Oh yeah – east.